Lucifer Poem by Randy McClave

She calls him Lucifer
Because of the way that he treats her,
And because his ex is a fat hag
And she enjoys to curse and boss him and nag.
His children she said are little imps
They both are pathetic little wimps,
They get their way by whining, lying and crying
As though someone is dying.
The boy she says is just like his dad
If he don't get his way he pouts and gets mad,
And he too is a spoiled little demon brat
Who is pestersome like an annoying little gnat.
The daughter she says is learning to be a tease
And like her mother a succubus one day she will please,
She walks about learning how to flirt
And someday soon she will get used and hurt.
Unto them all she is just their obedient slave
They not one no how to act or ever behave,
She smiles and agrees and does what she is told
If not, her they will punish and scold.
She still calls him a lying devil
Upon that status and name she said he does revel,
He enjoys it when she is mistreated and does suffer
That is why she calls him Lucifer.

Randy L. McClave